I'll tell you about the driver who lives inside my headStarts me up and stops me and puts me into bedHe opens up my mouth when it's time for me to talkFires up my legs when he wants me to walkKeeps my eyes open most of the dayAdds to my memory the things that people sayWhen he makes decisions I don't have to waitBut sometimes it seems he's got to much on his plateLike this morning when I woke up and he dressed me in this shirtThat looks a little ragged where he drug me through the dirtI'm moving through this life and I'm thinking about the nextAnd hoping when I get there I'll be better dressedKeeps my eyes open for most of the dayAdds to my memory the things that people sayWhen he makes decisions I don't have to waitI'll tell you about the driver who lives inside my head